Free Delightful: Big Sky Pie #3 by Adrianne Lee

“It’s Ice.”
    “Ice? Like in ice cubes?”
    “Yes.”
    “God, don’t tell me you’re running around with a rap singer.”
    “No. He’s not—”
    “Whatever.” Delores waved a dismissive hand that said she didn’t need to know. “You’re old enough to run your own life, darling, but I just hope you know what you’re doing and not getting involved with another Donnie Lovette.”

Chapter Six
    I ce stood at the apartment door debating whether or not to knock, uncertain what awaited him on the other side. He might be walking right into the fist of an irate husband or lover. He didn’t need that. Hell, coming here was a bad idea. He spun on his heel, retreating back toward the elevator, the heels of his biker boots heavy on the creaky floorboards. As he jammed his hand into his pocket, his fingers struck a solid object. He glanced back at her apartment, damning himself a coward. He had to give the phone to her no matter what. If he got a punch in the face, maybe it would knock some sense into him, kill this persistent desire that one roll in the sack hadn’t squelched.
    Who was he kidding? He wasn’t here out of any nicety to return her phone. His little head was steering this shipwreck.
    Rule 1: No fraternizing with the cast.
    He released a self-deprecating laugh. He hadn’t just fraternized…he’d started something much more dangerous. Something he’d never felt for a no-strings-attached piece of ass, something he didn’t understand and couldn’t explain to himself.
    He raised his hand to knock on the door, and her mother’s words rushed into his head. “Tell her Lucas broke his arm.”
    Who the hell is Lucas? He couldn’t very well ask Andrea’s mother, so he hadn’t, but the question had plagued him for hours. What bothered him most, though, was why he gave a shit.
    His fist connected with the door, harder than he’d meant it to. He heard movement on the other side and stepped back, just in case. Someone peered through the peephole. The door inched open, a chain in place. Her blond hair, damp as though from a shower, fell to her shoulders. Her face was scrubbed of all makeup. Blood rushed straight to his dick, and he bit back a groan, knowing he was in some kind of trouble that he’d never been in before.
    Her big brown eyes were guarded. “What are you doing here?”
    Her hushed tone made him suspect she didn’t want whoever was home to hear. Lucas?
    “I—” His throat was so dry that he choked on the word. He didn’t intrude on another guy’s territory. Not ever. Well, not knowingly. “May I come in?”
    “No.” She closed the door enough to unhook the chain, then slipped out into the hallway, shutting the door softly behind her. His heart began a hard, unsteady thud, and he didn’t know why. Andrea wore a long T-shirt—which showed she clearly wore no bra—her long legs enticing him, her feet stuffed into tattered, fuzzy blue slippers.
    Her stance radiated cold, but fire burned in her gorgeous eyes. “How did you find out where I live?”
    “Your address,” he lied, thinking on his feet obviously not his best asset, “is in the paperwork you filled out for your interview.”
    She should have seen through the lie, but he had the impression she just wanted him gone. “What do you want?”
    If she’d look down, she could detect that herself, but her gaze was pinning his. He held out her phone. “I thought you might need this back.”
    “I do.” She snatched it from his hand and held it in a death grip. She seemed to want to ask him something, but instead she said, “Thank you.” She turned to go back inside.
    He didn’t want her to leave yet. He wanted to pull her into his arms and run his fingers through her damp hair, taste again that incredible mouth. “About this afternoon…”
    Guilt spread across her face, and his worst fears were confirmed when she said, “It shouldn’t have happened.”
    His stomach dipped. She was involved with another guy. Shit. He had no